Posts Tagged Jake

My Cracks In the Sidewalk

“I encounter people when I walk on the street now who give me sort of a sad look.  I have had more fortune than anybody I know.  And if our next gig is doing a show in a 7-Eleven Parking lot we will find a way to make it fine.  We really will.  I have no problems.  And, I don’t want to do it on a 7-Eleven parking lot.  (Audience laughs)  But whatever, uh… And all I ask is one thing…and this is…I’m asking this particularly of young people that watch…please do not be cynical.  I hate cynicism. For the record, it’s my least favorite quality.  It doesn’t lead anywhere.  Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get.  But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.  I’m telling you.  Amazing things will happen.”

- Conan O’Brien (from his goodbye speech on the Tonight Show)

I feel for Conan. Although I am extremely impressed with Conan’s words and thoughts, there is no doubt in my mind how hard this must be for him: to have reached his dream only to have it ripped from him so rapidly.  How different the world must look.  The color, fascination, and excitement that comes with living a dream quickly transforms into dull tones of grey.  No matter how easy it must be to say cynicism is the enemy, it’s never quite so easy the next day.  I’m sure Conan will never be labeled a cynic but no doubt the next couple weeks cynicism will feel much like a best friend to ‘ole CoCo.  All of that being said Conan’s goodbye has me thinking more about my own goodbyes, about my own tendencies toward cynicism, my own inability to walk away from my dreams.

I’m reminded of my cousin’s kid, Ethan, on his birthday this last year.  He immediately became infatuated with one of his gifts, a toy vaccum cleaner.  He really went at it, he vacuumed every inch of that room, probably 3 or 4 times and still there was no sign that he was ever going to quit.  The time had come to show him and his twin sister their big playhouse, that no doubt took hours for my cousin to put together and here Ethan is still vacuuming the living room.  So here comes Mom, she picks up little Ethan who almost instantly begins violently kicking and screaming, it was obvious he did not want to be pulled away from that vacuum cleaner.  He didn’t care where he was going or what was going to come next, he wanted to cry and scream, to grieve and lament that former moment in the living room with the vacuum cleaner.

I can’t help but question where, on a scale between Conan’s reaction and Ethan’s, my reactions fall.  Maybe if I were more of a seasoned writer, like Conan I would have said the right thing and let the dream go, like a mature adult should but if I’m going to be honest here Id’ have to admit I relate much more to Ethan and his story and reaction.  I, too, like Conan, have become to hate cynicism but sometimes I wonder if its not as inevitable as cracks in a sidewalk.  Life hurts, time often takes away more than it gives.  I’m only 26 years old, I have many more goodbye ahead of me in this life maybe someday I’ll be able to handle it as graciously as Conan, with what C.S Lewis called “excellent absurdity“.

“But to thank God for the “excellent absurdity” which enables us to play great parts without pride and little ones without dejection, rejecting nothing through false modesty which is only another form of pride, and never when we occupy for a moment the centre of the stage, forgetting that the play would have gone off just as well without us…” - C.S. Lewis

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Saying Goodbye

Saying Goodbye has never really been one of my strengths. I’m extraordinarily awful at just simply uttering the words goodbye and letting that be enough. Goodbyes for me happen in multiple stages, like 4 or 5 very lengthy stages. Basically, what I mean by that is that I have found a way to drag out my goodbyes to where they last for long, long periods of time. For example: When I moved to Florida a couple of years ago leaving my little brother was very difficult for me because we had become attached at the hip. And because of that when it came to saying Goodbye I stretched the whole tedious process out for a whole two months before it was actually time for me to go. Anytime that the conversation lulled or after a moment of extreme excitement or hilarity my mind would always settle right back into the unsettling thoughts that these moments wouldn’t be so accessible anymore. Holding on to a realization like that is almost impossible for me, it’s a reflex like puking, so naturally I would have to say something like: “Man, it sucks that we won’t be able to do this anymore once I’m gone.” What at first would bring an emotional tear eventually would become so predictable that it would be met with a simple roll of the eyes.

So last week when I found myself saying goodbye to a job that quickly became the best gig I’ve ever had, needless to say I felt the need to begin my wearisome and lengthy parade of goodbyes. Once again by the time it was actually time for me to say goodbye, I had created a certain amount of indifference in regards to my actual departure.

And the truth is I understand why my actions have this effect, I can only imagine the thoughts that would run through my head were someone to do this to me: “If I have to say goodbye to that egotistical maniac one more time I think I’ll poke him in the eye and make a run for it.”

It’s all very much like Turk and J.D. in the last episode of Scrubs where Turk begins his Goodbye to early in the day and they realize the emotion and momentum is gone by the end of the day. It’s like I’m so afraid my departure won’t mean anything that I actually cause it to mean very little. Anyone else experience this? It seems to ingrained in me, you know like it’s a part of me, to just stop.

I very much value all the people and places that have contributed to the person I am today and they are still a big part of who I am no matter how the goodbye played out.

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“Never Leave Someone Behind” – *REWIND*

Running*Originally posted March 21st, 2007

Ok… so Jacob and I went running on Monday.  It was a perfectly beautiful day outside so we decided to go to the park near his house.  At first we were just walking aimlessly trying to figure out where and when to start running.  While we were walking we passed this guy on the trail, he caught our attention because he was wearing a hoodie and a beenie on a uniquely warm spring day. (He was probably trying to lose weight for sports or something.)

Anyway so, Jake and I finally start running, and then it happens, as it usually does, I eventually begin to slow down, laging behind just a little at first but slowly trailing further and further behind.  Jake’s not thinking much about it because like I said, it happens pretty regularly and I always catch up further down the path somewhere.

And here comes hoodie guy, passing us again going the opposite direction this time, as he passes very quickly and quietly,  he projects his voice so that only Jake could hear, he says “never leave someone behind.”  A few seconds later he’s passing me doing just the same and says, again very quickly and quietly with compassion in his voice, “go ahead, catch him.”

Isn’t it just like God to come right up to us and share the most beautiful picture of relationship and friendship.  “Never leave someone behind” and “Go ahead, catch him.”  Good life advice don’t you think?  True love never lets you trail behind and won’t let you get away.

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